How is it
That I manage
To ruin everything
In a
Single night?

Okay.
Maybe not
Ruin,
But screaming at a dog
Because I’m mad at my dad
And making the dog sulk
(I didn’t even know dogs
COULD sulk)
And making the neighbors think
I ’m insane
Is
Pretty bad.

And maybe not
EVERYTHING,
But my dad’s mad,
My dog’s sad,
And my neighbors
Think I’m a freak.
That’s a lot.

If I was in
A movie,
This would be the time
The director cues
The inspiring music.
It I was in
A movie,
Now would be
the cue
For the best friend
To come
And encourage me
To work at my dreams.
But this is reality.
And all my dreams
Have been
Smooshed
And squashed
Like a bug.

Poof.
Bleck.
Ugh.
(No movie
is complete without
sound effects).